Hello, my name is Maurice.
Discovered at a flea market in Clermont-Ferrand, France, I was rescued for 50 centimes and immediately taken hiking. Since then I have been an ideal travelling companion: lightweight, squishable, free on trains and planes, uncomplaining, and useful in many comic situations. Over the years the shade of my pink has faded, but there will always be a new horizon to be dragged to.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

The Raid

Psst! Psst! Carter! The coast is clear. Let's go and get it. They will not stop us this time.Carefullll...No worries; it's the new season of Desperate Housewives.All the same. Could go to commercial at any time. I see it!Yes!Baaaa!What?!A sheep!A guardsheep!Baaa!You're not going to give us away, are you?We'll moidilate you if you do!Shave you limb from limb!Roast your lambs to the seventh generation!Baaaa.Never mind. It's just a sheep.Let's get it!Oof. So far so good. We did it!The Nutella is ours!1000 grams of chocolaty hazelnutty delight!1000 grams of creamy heaven! Carlton! We've been robbed!Gypped!Taken for rubes!It's empty!NOOOOO!!!!!!!

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Relaxing with Gus and friends

That's Gus on the lower right. Then Laars and Wenche on my shoulders. They're exchange rats from Trondheim. Then there's this bug that arrived. I dunno. It's worrisome having vermin crash your group photo, but it seems to be a nice, well-behaved bug.